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The Diary of Lord Kellington (3)
I am wondrous! A sane person thinks me mad. Ha! But then again, the insane will think I am sane. I have fooled all of them. I have even fooled myself. Which is not easy. Considering I am so intelligent. Yes? Last night the dancing was....Ahhhhh! Given the company there. A boring little affair. I invited myself to. Well, up until Ansel swooned when he spied a bug....dead...on his half eaten cake. All eyes were on him. I can be such a Pixie at times. He never saw me as I came up behind and plopped the poor bug on. Oh, but the music. Exquisite to my ears. I heard every not. Preternatural hearing is such a grand thing to have. Young Miss Silversmyte did come to dance with me twice. Such a lovely throat. Had I not eaten early on, she would have made a sweet treat. Oh, but how I danced. Not a step was out of place. I was superb. Several dance partners I had. Why. They were waiting in line. I think I am drunk on my own grace and powers. The sun is coming. "Tis time for me to retreat, and sleep the sleep of the dead. I wonder. Do I dream?
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